#aalys

[aadmelioraa]

It's almost 2023, so I figured I'd share my updated The Last Kingdom fic recs since I have been meaning to do that all year. Below the cut you will find some shippy stuff, some introspective pieces, and a variety of characters featured (several of whom rarely get fanfic). I hope if this post crosses your path you may find a new favorite! I did limit my selection to complete fics, but you can find more recommendations, both works in progress and complete, under my ao3 tlk bookmarks. Happy New Year, and happy reading!

the leap by @irisdouglasiana

Season 5 cottagecore nuns fixit for Aalys and Aelflaed. Fixit fics are not usually my vibe tbh but this one is perfectly complex and bittersweet.

A Hard Story to Know by @wildwren

Post Season 5 fic. Aelfwynn processes her grief at the loss of her mother with the help of Aldhelm and Eadith. This fic broke my heart and mended it several times over.

no escape by @volvaaslaug

Wonderful Eadith character study and I adore the prose style as well.

come go with me by @wendy-daahling

Aethelflaed x Aldhelm political marriage (for MERCIA of course), slow burn with lots of delicious pining.

the drowned and the damned by @irisdouglasiana

Canon divergent AU centered around Osbert, Uhtred's youngest son. Addresses family trauma, cycles of violence, and legacy within the world of the show and does it in such a thought provoking way.

and, lord, she found me just in time by @jeynepoole

Hild x Iseult hurt/comfort bathing fic...so tender and so lovely.

a rope in hand for your other man by @jeynepoole

This fic is definitely for a niche audience, but if the idea of an Aethelflaed/Aldhelm/Aethelred threesome intrigues you, check it out...and there's more where that came from.

Meanwhile in Mercia by @skatingthinandice

This series is an absolute staple of Aethelflaed x Aldhelm fanfic and I am very grateful for it. Essential reading!

Daughter of Darkness by @ulfrsmal

Gen fic focused around Brida and Thyra's relationship and trauma that I, for one, desperately needed. *this fic is locked, you will need to be logged into your ao3 account to access...I still have a few invitations to send, if you need one feel free to DM me!

I go you go, my dear by alittlebitalexis

Two Osferth x Eadith fics for the Eadsferth truthers among us (no for real they were cute). Fluff and smut.

When the Party's Over by @wildwren

Aethelflaed x Erik College AU. Part of a series, read Part 1 first, I am just particularly attached to this part for...reasons.

The Maiden by @wildwren

Pirate/Witch AU for Aethelflaed x Skade. This fic is HOT and creative and HOT and gorgeously written and HOT.

To Curse a King by @pokeasleepingsmaug

Skade x Sihtric smut fic featuring magic and knife play. Very fun and sexy.

Saint of Shitty Reasons by @volvaaslaug

Edward Modern AU character study that hits 95% of my kinks.

Most CURSED among God's kin are aethelings by @wildwren

Aethelwold character study. A masterpiece though and through.

Lay Down Your Arms by @skatingthinandice

Aethelflaed x Aldhelm post Tettenhall smut, and a most worthy entry for the #GET IT AETHELFLAED tag.

clever-tongued by @tsukkinami

Aethelflaed x Aldhelm smut with wonderful tension and intimacy, it's just top tier! A classic.

in my dreams we survived by @irisdouglasiana

Hild character study, really lovely angst that makes me tear up every time.

poison by @irisdouglasiana

Brida x Skade enemies to lovers...need I say more?

fortune cookie by @jeynepoole

Competent stepdad Aldhelm, Modern AU Aldhelm & Aelfwynn bonding. A warm blanket of a fic.

[magravenwrites]

In the stars by Benson Boone

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@emilyhufflepufftlk @solinarimoon @morosemagick @lauwrite1225 @axe-does-writing @madrielite

[ivarthebadbitch]

The life of a queen can be somewhat lonely...

(for @aelflaeds) 

[tteokdoroki]

actually sundress season is the worst for jock bf yuuji because he’s trying so hard not to look up your skirts whenever he walks you to class :(( he wants to be respectful but all he can think about is lifting the dainty fabric and finger fucking you in the back of your lectures :((

whenever you visit him on the track he’s so quick to throw his varsity jacket over your lap because he knows the rest of the team are looking longingly at the way your thighs squish together when you sit down n your skirt rides up wahhh wahhh !!!

jock bf yuuji definitely pulls you under the bleachers n asks you so sweetly with pleading brown eyes if you’ll suck his cock. you made him so hard during practice, cheering for him, jumping up and down in your flowing skirt. he thought he might die. he thinks he’s dead when you sink to your knees in front of him, looking up with your glassy gaze as you take him straight into your eager mouth — pulling down the bust of your dress so he can see your tits oh!!!

you’ll have yuuji cummijg on your chest in minutes, coating your plush lips in his cum �� letting it drip between your breasts while you pull your dress back up, over his claim. he promises he’ll repay the favour, sinking to own knees beneath your sundress to suckle in your pretty clit through your matching panties <3

[utahimeow]

jean cries and shakes when he slips into u raw for the first time 🫶🏾

“guess what.”

jean is busy nipping softly at your neck when you speak, so rapt that you think you might have to repeat yourself. then comes a slight, “hmm?” when his voice muffles against your skin.

“i started taking the pill.”

he pulls away to look at you, eyes ignited, lips curled slightly upward.

“yeah?” he asks. drool practically pools at the sides of his mouth. your words are long-awaited.

you only wish you had done it sooner when jean sinks into your warmth for the first time– bare. his entire body shudders as he slides in slowly, inch after careful inch, as if moving any faster would mean death. gleaming muscles turn taut as he gives every fibre of his being to restraint.

teeth bared as he clenches his jaw, your bottom lip tender from the gnawing of your teeth. you’re keening at the way his stretches you out, nails digging half-moon shapes into his shoulders that only makes his head spin more.

somehow you’re warmer. tighter. sucking him in more eagerly than ever. your pussy wraps around his cock and embraces him, so perfectly, sword and sheath. and then, you’re together as one. where do you stop? where does he begin?

when you gaze up at him, his eyes are wet. golden irises brim with hot, salty tears– you’ve never seen him like this.

“j-jean?” you manage, no more than a whimper.

“sorry, just-” he sniffles, screwing his eyes shut. “i’ve never felt anything this good.”

[awearywritersworld]

mona mona!!! in my head, modern bf sukuna likes to bake for reader !! in your au, do you think sukuna ever attempts to cook or bake something for reader that he used to enjoy eating? MWAH much love to you <3

aali aali!!! i'm in tears thinking about this evil man in an apron.... better yet, let's say he uses reader's and it's pink and has little strawberries on it or somethin cute. wah!!!!! he's so adorable.

yessssss tho!! he appreciates it when reader cooks for him and so he'd wanna return the favor. this idea is so sweet!! sending u all the love<333333

you find him in the kitchen one evening, staring at the stove looking exceptionally confused.

"what are you doing?"

"nothing."

"clearly," you tease. "what is it you're trying to do."

"where are you supposed to light the fire?"

"...fire?"

"yes, fire." he says it as if you're the foolish one in the situation. "you know, that thing you use to cook."

"you're going to cook?" you question, rather amused.

he sighs, a dramatic show of irritation. "is that so hard to believe? are you going to help me or not?"

the word help sounds rather strained coming from his lips and he seems to be in an exceptionally grumpy mood, so you suppress a giggle and make your way across the kitchen.

"that's sweet of you," you hum, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

you don't miss the way the small show of affection makes his shoulders relax. reaching out, you twist one of the stove knobs to the right and the burner turns red. "there's no fire. it's just electric."

his brows furrow as he looks between you and the stove. "oh."

it takes him a while to adjust to the electric stove, so he burns things pretty frequently at first. eventually he catches on though and you're quite impressed with his culinary skills.

sometimes you can't help but stare as he prepares food, because he handles the cooking chopsticks so adeptly. there's just something about the way it makes his knuckles and the tendons on his hands more pronounced that you struggle to tear your eyes away from.

[voidedjuice]

"It's not terribly uncommon to see dollmakers who've enchanced their bodies with parts they've made. After all, you can trust the tools you've made yourself the best, and artificial parts can be made to have far superior precision compared to organic flesh.

As for talk of dollmakers with completely inhuman bodies, those are merely rumors and should be ignored. With such a mysterious, prestigious profession, people with overactive imaginations are sure to let their mouths run."

[saanjhghafa]

Life is too short to argue. Just say

Mujhe kya, mai toh apsara hun

and move on

[r-aindr0p]

Uhhh very messy sketch dump of my magical boys with various levels of cleaned up (but still very scratchy overall)

Wanted to scribble them a bit more in their everyday look/university uniforms ! each year has a different uniform color and they follow each other in a rainbow gradient order until year 8, year 9 and 10 students wearing all white and all black uniforms. (yknow like black belts and white whistles are for highest grades in martial arts/ made in abyss) Also added my main boy's rival ! He's really mad that Gloire gets to go on missions already and not him despite being as good as him at fencing ! Musketeers help the hearts in distress, an both may be good at swordfighting and dumb but Az is emotionally dumb which is why he cannot go on missions. (and usually very few to no first years can already go on official missions, which is quite normal, and there are emotional intelligence classes alongside fencing)

And relationships chart ofc ! I've always wanted to draw one with my own characters hehe. These are how it is between them in the beginning of the story. Idk if I should write their names or nah everytime, I'll add a link to the magical boys art specifically on my pinned post though ! (I'll do clean caracter sheets when I get the time to)

[wishfulsketching]

Here's more of my new OC's. Using these as warmup doodles.

[frankensteined]

we are literally one fight away from finishing the game and this is what they are chatting about

[muneersecstasy]

How fascinating love it would be, in which you fear your beloved.

What a fascinating love it would be if you feared your beloved. Subhan'Allah! The real love. For the sake of Allah, in Divine love, i.e., Allah's Love, The love of Allāh ﷻ also includes the love of our prophet Muhammadﷺ, and all the prophets (عَلَيْهِ ٱلصَّلَاةُ وَٱلسَّلَامُ), and the Khulafa-e-Rashideen◌ؓ, Azwaj-e-Mutahirat◌ؓ, Ummahat-ul-Momineen◌ؓ, Ahl al-Bayt-e-Athaar◌ؓ, Shuhuda-e-Karbala◌ؓ, Ashra-Mubashra◌ؓ, Baqiya-tu-Sahaba Ikram (رَضِيَ ٱللَّٰهُ عَنْهُ), Hazrat e Tab'in Tabe Tab'in, Shuhuda-e-Islam, Mufassireen, Muhadiseen ؒ , Awliya-Ikram ؒ Ajma'in (رضوان الله أجمعين) and our parents, brothers, sisters, family, relatives, neighbours, friends, the entire Ummah and all the living beings. Subhan'Allah!

"And those who truly believe, love Allah intensely."[Al-Baqarah | 2:165] Subhan'Allah! In which you also love the other lovers of your beloved. Not like any other metaphorical love, i.e., love for Allah ﷻ's creation. In which you detest other lovers of your beloved. Well, how can one's heart not love Allah, our Lord, the Almighty, the most compassionate and merciful, to whom belong the most beautiful names? To whom you can't thank enough, even if you spend your whole life in prostration. That heﷻis not in need of our worship, yet he showers us all with his abundant blessings. Allahu-Akbar! Heﷻ is "al-Shakur", rewarding our few deeds with limitless happiness, even though he's the one who gifted us the ability to carry out those very deeds. In fact,

it is said that fear denotes abstaining not only from all that is forbidden but also from those deeds from which it is advisable to refrain. According to a scholar, fear forces a traveller on the spiritual path to hold back and refrain from displeasing Allah. Just like when you love someone, you are afraid of making them upset with you or refrain from doing anything that will displease them. Also, just like lovers who are unable to meet, they send letters, and the lover reads them over and over. Qur'an-e-Kareem is also like a love letter from Allāh ﷻ. From the beloved to you. so that we read it over and over again. Subhan'Allah! It implants fear in our hearts concerning our end. The Qur'an warns us to be steadfast in our belief and practice of Islam. May Allahﷻ guide us all. Many verses of the Qur'an cause hearts to tremble with fear and are like threads with which to knit the lace of life. "And whoever does an atom’s weight of evil will see it."[Al-Zilzal | 99:8]

and Say: "Shall We tell you who will be the greatest losers by their works? Those whose efforts have been wasted in the life of the world while they thought they were doing good. " [Al-Kahf | 18:103-4] Allahu Akbar! May Allah ﷻ grant us all forgiveness and protection against Shaytan and his deceptions. And may he ﷻ make it easy for us to fight against our Nafs and to oppose our desires and sins. Allahumma Ameen! How happy and prosperous are those who knit the laces of their lives with these threads? With such warnings, the Qur'an orients us toward the Hereafter and encourages us to consider it more important than anything else. In his luminous speech, Allah the Almighty uses fear as a whip to force us into His presence and honour us with His company. Like a mother's reproofs to her child that draws him or her to her warm, affectionate arms, this whip attracts the believer toward the depths of Divine Mercy and enriches him or her with Allāh ﷻ's blessings and bounties that He compels humanity to deserve and receive out of His Mercy and Graciousness. Subhan'Allah! How can one's heart not melt out in the love of their lord? Indeed, One whose heart is full of fear and awe of the Almighty cannot be afraid of others and is therefore freed from all useless and suffocating fear. In His luminous, hope-giving speech, the Almighty Allāh ﷻ tells people not to fear anything or anyone other than Him: "Have no fear of them. Fear Me, if you are true believers." [Aal-Imran | 3:175] "They arise from [their] beds; they supplicate their Lord in fear and aspiration, and from what we have provided them, they spend." [As-Sajda | 32:16]. Heﷻ praises those who design their lives according to their fear of God use their willpower carefully and strive to avoid sins. Such sensitive and careful souls fly in the heavens with the Almighty's approval and pleasure. Also, those holding Him in reverence drink the sweet, enlivening water of nearness, which comes from taking refuge in Him. One who fears God sometimes sighs and sometimes weeps, especially when alone, in an attempt to extinguish the pain of being separate from Him as well as the fire of Hell, which is the greatest distance between him and Allāh ﷻ. Allahu Akbar! Why do we not fear him? Is our love for Allah just words and no action? May Allahﷻ protect us! And shedding tears is the most effective way of putting out the fires of Hell. It doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to put it in words. Cry your heart out to Allāhﷻ, because the thing is, even if you don’t understand it yourself, Allah does. Indeed, "whether you conceal what is in your hearts or reveal it, Allah will know it. He knows what is in the heavens and what is on the earth. Allah is powerful over everything." [ Aal-Imran | 3:29] Indeed, imagine a single teardrop that occurs whilst you’re repenting. Just one single teardrop, that rolled from your eyes down to your cheeks whilst you begged Allāh for forgiveness for your sins. Imagine that this one drop of water, was enough for Allāh ﷻ to extinguish all of the fire and torment that was awaiting you for the sins that you committed. We just have to repent with sincerity. Surely, Allah ﷻ loves to forgive. You know, every tear that falls from your eyes in repentance to Him makes your heart feel lighter, happier.Istighfaar can do that. It raises you in rank even more than when you first fell. And his mercy is greater and ever nearer to the one who comes to him with a repentant heart. So repent and allow your heart to blossom. Subhan'Allah! Lately, I read a quote: "I know of no better love story than that of a forgiving Rabb and a repentant slave." Also, you don't have to tell anyone that I cried in the love of Allāh ﷻ or I please him in alone or anything. When you love someone, you hide it. I know, love can't stay hidden for long. People around you get to know about it through your actions. But just don't express it to others with your own tongue. Yk!

However, don’t allow your emotions to overwhelm you into falling into the traps of Shaytaan. causing you to drift away from your deen, your beloved. Keep your head up and cope in beneficial ways. Sit with the Quran and recite or listen to recitations, get up and pray and make your sujood longer than usual. Find comfort in Ibaadah and know that Allāh ﷻ knows and Allāh ﷻ does not burden a soul more than it can bear. Trials and afflictions are to improve us and make us stronger. Think back on the difficult times in the past? Did you not come out stronger and wiser? Patience is key. Hold onto the rope of Allah with patience and aim for his mercy and love, which eventually leads you to Paradise. In-Sha-Allah! "Fa Inni Qareeb": 'I am near. I respond to the call' - Allāh ﷻ guarantees that he will respond to the one who calls. Subhan'Allah! How foolish of us to think that he won't respond to our supplications. "Na'auzubillah!" (We seek refuge in Allah.) Also, if someone doesn't have anyone to speak to, pour your heart out in front of your lord, may it be in Tahajjud. Subhan'Allah! Talk to Allāh ﷻ, your beloved. He is the "Al-Wali" (the Protective Friend) of those who believe. Heﷻ surely will turn the darkness of your life into light. May Allāh ﷻ grant us all patience, self-control, and strength. May Allahﷻ honour us and not humiliate us in this world and especially in the hereafter. May Allahﷻ cure all of our illnesses, our distresses, our pains and grant us the best of healing. May Allah ﷻ replace our anxieties, our worries, our fears, our depression and our problems with peace, contentment and barakah! "Allahumma inni as'aluka hubbaka, wa hubba man yuhibbuka, wal-'amalalladhi yuballighuni hubbaka." (O Allah! I ask for your love, the love of those who love you, and deeds that will cause me to attain your love.

Ameen allahumma ameen!✨

Fi-Aman-illah 🍂

[yukimiyaz]

ok ok :( what about like kurona who just really likes it when you play with his hair, he’ll even let you do his tiny littol braid or put clips in his hair cause he likes how it feels

kurona likes to think of himself as a relatively observant man. one who finds things easy to catch on to and willing to cultivate around. one who is knowing, about things that matter, at the very least.

so it hits him rather harshly when you make him discover things about himself that he somehow didn't know before.

he has always been fond of affection—especially yours—and that is nothing new. how your hand grazes along his shoulder when you walk behind the couch. how you have a habit of tracing tiny hearts or sentiments you think he can't decipher onto the back of his hand when you're bored. how you slump into him after a long day and nuzzle underneath his jaw, press kisses there as you mumble about your dreaded hardships.

but his world tilts a little when your fingers snake their way north of his neck.

he's had people mess with his hair before; tug at his braid or poke at his spikes to see if they're as stiff as they look. but there's something different about how you go about it. something... winsome.

the first time it happened was when he came home one night after an away match. it was late, you were already in bed, he knew this. so he was quiet as he slinked in. dropping his duffel and discarding his outer clothes in favor of climbing into bed next to your sleeping form. you looked so peaceful he didn't want to startle you, he could say a proper hello in the morning, after all. so he simply slipped underneath the covers, craned over to press a longing kiss to your shoulder, and rested his head there for just a moment.

a second later is when he felt it. the pressure of your hand to the back of his head, your fingers sifting through the (probably a little grimy, honestly) tufts. your nails skimmed across the tightness of his scalp and kurona is damn near positive that he melted so heavily into you he fused with your own skin.

the serenity it brought him, the peace that flooded his chest—the endearment that swallowed him whole—was enough to send him barrel rolling off the deep end of unknown pleasures within himself. and he could no longer get enough.

which seems to ring true even now, as he lays across the couch with his head in your lap as you ramble about your day.

"and then—get this," you scoff, fingers scritching at the hair by his temples, weaving their way back until you're nearly lifting his head to skim the base of his skull. he loves this, truly. "he blamed me for not having my name on it. as if that means my lunch in the workroom fridge is fair game. can you believe it?"

"no," he obliges; the answer he thinks that you're looking for. truthfully, he's been half zoned out, reveling in your touch and letting his eyelids grow heavier and heavier. "what a jerk move."

"right?!" and suddenly your hands are retracting, making kurona's heavy lids shoot a little more alert with the fear your touch will be leaving him. but you simply shift, skim past the left side of his face to grasp the sliver of hair he usually plaits. he relaxes once again. "so i told him the next time he takes my lunch, i'll shove my fist so far down his throat that..."

you're still talking, he is aware, but he isn't really listening. so unlike him, in all honestly, but he doesn't think he can be to blame. your finger is twirling around his hair now, combing through the lock and twisting it as you please. he wonders if you'll try a different braid tonight, like the fishtail one you showed him the other day and propositioned with gleaming eyes. he thinks he'd let you. he thinks he'd let you do anything if it meant your fingers were still entangled in his faded pink strands.

he's continuing his contemplation when your hands come to a stop; a pause ceasing their mindless fiddling. he blinks up at you, zones back in, and he realizes your mouth is no longer moving, but is now cinched in a bit of a pout.

"hey, don't tell me i'm putting you to sleep," you gripe, though he notices there really is no bite. not one he can detect at the very least, "were you even listening to me?"

"yes," he replies instantly, nodding his head in your lap, "keep going."

and he halfway expects you to (you often times do, when you're riled up like this) but instead you ask him the one question he was hoping you wouldn't. "oh yeah? what was i saying then?"

your boyfriend blinks up at you. a pair of them, then thrice. you know good and well he wasn't listening, you just want him to admit it. after a sliver too long of silence, you tug on the strand of hair you still have wrapped around your fingers and he sucks air through his teeth.

"ah," he hums, narrows his eyes up at you ever so slightly, "that isn't playing. or fair."

you tug his braid again, but this time you retract your hands after. testing your hypothesis, proving your thesis right. kurona's head is raising up a second later and his shoulders are shifting enough to turn and face you. his warm palm finds your wrist and wraps around it, pulling your hand back to him—to his hair.

"okay, i wasn't listening," he admits, fully, "but i promise i will if you don't stop doing that. repeat yourself just this once, please."

his eyes are so pleading, so begging, that part of you thinks he might have been your devoted worshipper in a past life; kneeling before you for the mere honor of laying his head into your lap. you smile at the thought, and at him, and you indulge him—if only to watch his slit pupils expand.

"mkay," you adhere, and try not to let your smile appear too shit eating as you begin to separate the strands for his braid. "if you say so."

kurona melts into your touch once more, but this time he stays attentive. he likes to think of himself as a well observant man, but sometimes outliers tend to send his reception askew.

but as long as your fingers always find their way back to the weaves of his scalp, he thinks he's okay with being off beat every once in a while.

[tteokdoroki]

bakugou, who, even when on top, likes to have your fingers in his mouth.

something about maintaining eye contact while you shakily plug his sailor’s mouth full with two, maybe three, of your dainty little digits. the way his hips would buck into you, harder and faster, jerking when you press down on his tongue and reach down his throat for his gag reflex.

it’s cute, seeing you all teary eyed and hearing you wail like it’s nobody’s business while you finger fuck his mouth to the rhythm of katsuki’s slender hips smacking against yours. you’re trying so hard to make him feel the way you do, make him drool all over your hand as much as your cunt does on his cock.

it’s in his eyes, ruby red darkened to the shade of blood with lust, as he looks down on you and sucks on your fingers like you would his dick. slobbering on you, moaning around you with a crazed expression and spit on his chin.

you’re a mess, writhing beneath him in awe of his pretty plump lips wrapped around your fingers, kitten licking between them.

even like this, while he’s choking on the pressure from your pretty fingertips — you’re still katsuki bakugou’s sweet little baby.

[lux-scriptum]

propaganda:

apple: haha demon offering apple to human while in a heavenscape. irony.

orange: orange peel theory and they can share. cute.

pomegranate: hades joke/reference, plus they can share.

[r-aindr0p]

Back to my magical musketeers for this post !

I have a precise aesthetic for them in mind and I’m trying to work on it and how to convey it aahfnhdej

The two last drawings are older of a few months and I wanted to post them with more content, it’s not much but here you go !

That sword thing interaction has been living rent free in my head since day 1 of their creation…

Lore time, basically in the magical musketeer code of honor/rules one’s sword is unique to each musketeer and is a part of their being and soul, picking up somebody else’s sword or touching it by the hilt is considered like a proposal.

You can see it in the example above, and Gloire (rainbow guy) in all of his glory being blissfully unaware since he did not bother reading the code of honor, thanks Gloire, very cool.